The Distant Nightmare
The alarm did not wake him. It was the sound of the glass shattering that did, a sharp, crystalline scream that cut through the thick, humid air of the bedroom where he lay sleeping with one hand still resting near his waistband. Detective Elias Thorne sat up slowly, his body moving with the heavy, practiced inertia of a man who had spent twenty years listening to the silence before the noise....
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